Home Alone
Margaret was sitting in the lounge at the Sheridan when Rachel walked in and looked around. She was elegant and graceful. She had a nice butt to show off through her designer jeans and her rounded breasts looked jelly-filled the way they quivered when she walked. Apparently not finding who she was expecting, she turned to leave. Margaret got her attention and motioned her over to the table where she sat alone.
"Join me. I'm alone and it looks like for the moment you are too."
"Well, thank you. I'm Rachel Vaughn and you are?"
"Margaret Sandoval. I'm pleased to meet you. Sit--please. Something to drink?"
"Oh God yes--a martini with three olives. I've been waiting around here all afternoon for my girlfriend to show up. It looks like I came a long way for nothing. She probably got a better offer."
Margaret questioned. "How so?"
"Well, I'm just not her favorite."
"Where are you staying?" Margaret questioned again.
"I'll have to get a room I suppose."
"You can stay with me." Margaret responded. "I have two-thousand acres and nine bedrooms all to myself."
"Really?"
"Yes, I'm looking after it for my aunt and uncle. They're putting the final touches on a ten-thousand acre ranch in Wyoming."
"Margaret, I'd love to. I was planning to be here a week."
"Fine. Let's stop by the grocery and liquor store and head out. It's an hour drive. Got a car?"
"A rental. We can return it a few blocks from here."
At seven p.m. Margaret pushed the code into the keypad at the gate. It opened silently and closed behind them. Margaret pulled the Land Rover before the kitchen entrance and they got out. Another keypad allowed entry.
"A half million dollars in security." Margaret offered.
"Let's put this stuff away, fix a shaker of drinks and I'll show you around."
"This is the barn. I understand a woman was hanged in here."
"Really?" Rachel questioned.
"It's what I heard."
"A couple of my friends were found dead. It was ruled a suicide, but I know they played hanging games to get off. They sure got off that time. I just kept still about the whole thing."
"This may be blunt Rachel, but are you gay? I mean you've been dancing around it all evening."
"Yes, I was meeting my lover--or I thought I was. You?"
"Well, so far, either way is okay."
Margaret and Rachel soaked in the hot tub for awhile then took a long sauna before collapsing into separate beds for a night of sound sleep. They had kissed and fondled. Rachel took the dominate role and removed Margaret's clothing before the soak in the hot tub and showered her after; gently soaping and fondling.
After a satisfying breakfast of a boiled egg and toast with orange juice Margaret took Rachel around the estate. They walked and talked, sometimes holding hands. It was comfortable, this friendship and conversation. Later in the afternoon they took a nap together and had the first of several sexual encounters that were very satisfying. Everything was comfortable--until the phone rang.
Margaret couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but it seemed as though Rachel was getting reamed for not being at the hotel. Margaret had offered to leave an untraceable number with the desk in case someone called for Rachel. Susan Smith was just that someone.
Margaret and Rachel picked her up from the hotel in the Land Rover a little more than an hour later and she was furious at the wait.
"So, you've been looking after Rachel?"
Susan Smith was every inch a gorgeous woman. Sculpted features, long shapely legs, pert, up-turned breasts and a nose to match. It was hard not to stare.
"Just being neighborly really. Have a good flight."
"They're all about the same."
"How are you sweetie?" Susan asked Rachel.
"Good. You'll like the ranch. Margaret said we could stay a few days."
Margaret left the two alone for awhile and went out into the barn to sit in the hayloft alone. It had the wonderful smell of alfalfa hay and was a great place for a nap. She snoozed for an undetermined amount of time and was dreaming about Rachel's lilac thighs when she awoke to a heated argument. Susan Smith slapped Rachel hard across the face and told her in no uncertain terms that this fandangle of hers would be the last.
Rachel explained to Susan what had happened.
"I didn't have any money. I would have had to sleep at the bus station."
"Did you sleep with your new friend-suck that little pussy of hers. Is she a fucking dwarf or what?"
"She's petite. Just not quite five feet, but she's treated me good. I like her."
"We'll see how you respond tonight. If I suspect anything, I won't give you bus fare to Oklahoma."
"Susan-"
"What's for dinner? Something on the grille she said. Right?"
"Young rabbit."
The relationship at dinner was strained. Rachel powdered over a bruised cheek and her upper lip was cracked and swollen. Martini's helped a little, but dinner was getting off to a cold start.
"Margaret, the rabbit is delicious. How do you fix it?" This from Susan.
Margaret smiled. "An old family recipe."
"Really? I like old family recipes."
Rachel suffered abuse from Susan for the rest of the evening. Margaret stayed out of it directly but decided something would have to be done.
Susan was asleep when Margaret gently tied her hands behind her back. She awakened when the sock was stuffed in her mouth and froze when the hood was put over her head.
Margaret whispered in her ear. "You make any noise and I'll hang you. I really mean hang you! Understand?"
Margaret led her outside to the barn and helped her up into the saddle. It took several tries but eventually Susan Smith was sitting in a saddle on a horse. The noose hung from the ceiling beam and was about even with Susan's neck. The bright lights glared as Margaret climbed the wooden ladder nailed to the near wall.
"Stop!" Rachel screamed from the partly opened door.
Margaret descended the ladder and waited for Rachel.
"I think I'd like to do that."
Margaret nodded and Rachel climbed the ladder, removed Susan's hood, gag and reached for the noose.
"Thank God you're here Rachel. This fucking dwarf is crazy."
With unhearing ears Rachel put the noose over Susan's head. She didn't snug it or position it, just put it over Susan's head and climbed down.
Susan began screaming, calling Rachel a low life scum and threatening her with a multitude of tortures if she didn't call the demented dwarf off.
"I'd like to do this, too."
Rachel picked a rat-tailed whip from the wall and whacked the horse on the rump. He reared and bolted leaving Susan high and swinging.
Rachel moved up behind Margaret and cupped her breasts from behind and cuddled her between her own as she watched Susan Smith swing at the end of the long rope.
"There's more to this than you're telling me Loved One."
"Yes, but you don't need to know."
Susan Smith thrashed around and kicked like there was no tomorrow for about fifteen minutes before she stopped like someone had switched her off. She hung in a slowly spinning circle looking fragile in bare feet and sheer nightie.
"Yes, there is a lot more to this."
Margaret spent the week with Rachel without another mention of the hanging. It was a wonderful time with walks and saunas, hugs and kisses and more.
The morning Rachel left, Margaret gave her a check.
"It's from my private trust. Don't worry, I've got a lot of money. Use it wisely and you'll never have to work again. I'll call the bank and make sure they don't even ask for ID.
"I love you Margaret. Maybe we can do this again sometime."
The phone rang later in the day and Margaret picked it up on the first ring. It was April wanting to know how it was going.
It was going well, she said; had met a friend, gone to a dance…
Copyright by Michelle (2002).